Creative writing!

He could see their dark souls through their piercing eyes, but he was not afraid. There was nothing that could bring fear to his heart anymore. Not even death. As they drew closer, he stood his ground. It was as if he was a lone mountain rising up through a sea of darkness, stronger than a thousand men. Once they were upon him, he knew what he must do.

In the great distance, he could see the light rising. Almost invisible at first, but slowly gaining strength. As the onlookers saw the light, they desperately tried to block it with dark thoughts. But this light was too subtle, too beautiful, and too powerful for any darkness to penetrate. In their hearts they knew the time had finally come, this was the light of the infinite.

 

Do you now hear the rising song of Spring
Begun with thund'ring drums up in the sky
And carried on the wind with new leaf's sigh
The many voices of the birds who sing?
Inspired by songs he heard upon the wing
Man himself to waking nature draws nigh
And when the sweetest of those strains rise high
Perhaps his own clear voice will also ring.
I, myself, with the poet's sacred art
Take up my pen to perform my duty
And this season's song one small verse compose.
For this music ehoes within my heart
And I cannot help but feel the beauty
Of a song which from life itself now grows.

 

@Marlo and anyone else who may be interested, 'Poetry for Dummies' is a great resource.

 

go to sleep you idiot
weariness, 2 hours past
the brightness blinds
eyes bloodshot
sleep

 

Wow, many creatives around here. It's not really my strong point, but I would like to try. I have recently started an online course on short stories writing. When I get a hang of what it's all about, I shall come back and post my piece.

 

The heart hungers for what it cannot be fed and the soul lingers where feet have never tread.

 

Iambic pentameter, flighty thou,
Though my heart oft longs for elusive thee,
Thou art caught only with sweat upon brow
As my pen chases faster, and thou flee.

 

really enjoying this thread. might post some day!

 

This is a nice relief. I try to creatively write about porn but it doesn't amount to much. Here's a few reboot poems. (during my reboot)


Pancakes in my Blood

Food obsession lately, a result of barely having any around.
Chili powder rice burritos – 5 a day, give or take.
“But there’s all that fish and soup in the freezer?”
“I know – there’s the bag of cat food too I could eat, be quiet ova there!”
It’s organic propaganda. Street pushers of burritos. It’s nice to be out in the world. Buying burritos in back alleys. Smuggled bean and cheese, sometimes a good green chile with the right timing.
My cat drinks water from a coffee cup.
And then the world turns upside down, then back again, then upside down, then back again.
Guitar in the pawn shop – it’s always when I don’t have a guitar that I want to play one the most.
Driving around today – a small reminder, some salsa of what I’m aiming for.
Cilantro dancing, shredded beef and bean for glory!
Homemade delight, cat hair blankets – cut into spaghetti western gunslinger ponchos – woven clown dream. Then a pot of clam chowder enters the picture – somebody tossing it in, spread out through the air like a wave – surf/crash – an arc settling over at seaside ocean.
California? Oregon? Louisiana? Litterbox beach?
A campfire at night – half moon and breeze – tea, sadness because everything is so immediate – can’t hold onto this place and none of us will ever be here again…
I was born to be here, only here, right here/right now – with baby skunks waddling around outside – looking up into hazy windows.


Changing your Oil like Words

It’s all about writing to ring out the demons..
They get loud sometimes, kind of a low level roar that’s hard to hear – deep soul past the audible frequency.
But it’s there, and it builds.
What’s wrong? Is it this, that, he, she, me?
Write it down and figure it out.
Maybe it’s a weird loneliness…
A person winds up missing themselves, find themselves lost, further and further from home.
The external world starts getting overwhelming and spins like the a top.
Finally, it slows down and falls out onto a blank page.
Ink spreads out, hot glue, changing the oil in your shitty car because it’s overdue.
“Wow, it runs better now!”
You’re goddamn right it does, now change the filter too – don’t forget that part.
Fall’s coming up here in the Pacific Northwest.
The air wants to be crisper, more sharp – start feeling like beautiful nostalgia, and drive people into cozy burrows.
Scarves getting anxious to jump out of closets and choke everybody.


Whales Hanging Outside, Far from Sea

Early morning – new place, time, surroundings, rugs, neighbors, bathrooms, windows, lost whales laying out on the concrete next to the dumpster far from home…
What are you guys doing here? The ocean’s way the hell that way —————->
Bored they say – wanted to check out something different.
Certainly different. Is this the best you could come up with though? Beached next to my dumpster on the concrete?
They don’t mind – they like it. I decide I should just leave them alone,
after staring at the moon with them for awhile. Smoking a cigarette with them, talking.
I should quit smoking, again…
But I don’t mind, sharing a cigarette with these beached whales outside my new apt. next to the dumpster.
Intuition/emotion. I don’t know that words help – they don’t seem to help getting those things out and across. Where’s the logic? It’s there – like pancakes though, butter, maple syrup, and a couple stray french toast. Toasts? – Toast I say, hop to it brotha’!
Moon, whale, sleeping cat, bathroom down the hall, old brick building, dumpster, concrete, open wounds, new forgiveness looking way back, time travel, midnight brew coffee, wide-eyes, kitty cat snoring, and hot summer nights.
Passions – confusions – vibrations,
Mindfulness lost in the shuffle of the cards – pick one, quickly – don’t wait.
Sounds of the trains going by outside – can see the whales still hanging out, still beached out my window – having a good time though. Concrete amusement.
– future.

 

Hey guys, been a while:
Just a Random post from my notes on my mobile Phone,
That day I just felt a creatie urge and got some "transmisions" from the Youniverse that i just had to type on my mobile notes after a short, but, deep relaxing meditation at the libraty study room. Here It goes:

(...No Title...)
It's him, the one.
The microcosmic Avatar.
The Universe is in him.
Unity incarnate, a son of Nature and Divine
Creation itself manifested
Prime Creator's avatar in flesh...
Chaos?.. Unity..
There is Elegence in curiosity...
Beyond rational thought,
Space, Time and Reason.
Just Now.
Here..
Him self, her self.
I AM...

 

I really like your use of language. It's nice to read! very vivid descriptions. (No pun intended)

Here's my try. I based this passage around PMO, I hope you enjoy. Thanks

The sullen red ball that was the sun shone it's magnificent light across the land. At this point I laid, body curled up in a colossal maple tree, just observing the beautiful sunset. The last Crimson rays of light that pierced the swaying branches of the trees around me gave me some warmth from the icy breeze that consolidated everyday on the cliff side where I resided. My sapphire eyes scanned the Orange hazy horizon, scattered with thin wisps of clouds. The sun was just a bright semicircle now, drowning itself into Davy Jones Locker and soon, giving birth to its pale white counterpart.
I sighed. Even with all the beauty of the sunset to please my eyes, distract my thoughts, nothing could erase the disease that lingered in my heart, my mind. Although I overcame it, the memories are still there, threatening to corrode and pull me further into the paths of guilt and isolation if I didn't remain vigilant.
On most days in the past, I found myself deep in a war against the sweltering tides of darkness. But I fought it, with all my strength and will. In the end, I came to realise that there was hope. The darkness faded in my head. Thoughts of happiness, love, joy and excitement filled my head. And even though the remnants of my dark past was still there, they were merely but a scattered heap of memories that I would decide to neglect for the rest of my life. Ever since, I have led a better life. For once in my life, I experienced something unlike anything else in my life. True happiness.

 

Some commentary on modern society

Millenials suck
They are all so entitled
Pay for my dick pills

We gays are equal
So you cant criticize us
Bake our cake or else

A black drug dealer
Killed by a black policeman
Blame whites anyway

another shooting
they died waiting for the cops
more gun control, please

I write for buzzfeed
I know what's best for the world
I can't squat the bar

mass credential fraud
Designated shitting streets
Can I pull white girls?

Clickbait thread titles
About not pulling my pud
Ride the karma train

We gave all your jobs
To indonesian children
You are entitled

I went on grindr
Found "love" in 10 seconds
Now deaf from the AIDS

I am a woman
My penis is feminine
Get back here cis scum!

my daddy is rich
Coulda gone to Vanderbilt
Did porn instead, lol

I'm independent
I have a stable career
Give alimony

This shit never ends
I can write this shit all day
The world is just shit

 

Great thread! Great stuff, i love creative things!
I like to write little haiku's

The hammer of war
The tranquility of peace
The great paradox

No mortal man knows
what goes on after the show
when the lights are low

time does not forget
nor must it always permit
the dreams of a life

hatred is so cold
yet love is forever bold
and the story old

infinite is love
so something worth dreaming of
forever lasting

Also came up with this today that i like, it's simple but its how I feel

'Just opened up my mind
Not just another third-eye blind
Time is now and now's the time
To break away from chains that bind'